We returned safe and sound from our annual
pilgrimage to Silverton. If you need a place to go
and forget your troubles you should try this
place in the mountains. It is medicine!
David took his teachers and priests and
mia maids and laurels. He really wanted to
treat them to something special and to him
it isn't any better than the San Juans.
A side note: David has a whopper cold sore
from the stress of being the leader. It popped
up this morning. He never appeared stressed
over anything but then that is part of being the
leader.
I always have a low level of fear when we
take to the trails. I love the sites and the
flowers and the water and even the heights
but the roads scare me. I think about where
we traveled when I am falling asleep after a
day on the trails and I shutter.
After all these trips to Silverton
I still get scared.
Here are our pictures....in no particular order.
Flowers! I really wanted to show all the
woman and girls the flowers but the
flowers weren't out in all
their beauty and abundance.
They have not had much rain
so it wasn't nearly as
beautiful as other years.
Coming from Arizona I am always amazed
by the water. Even when they say they are
in a drought there is water running everywhere.
We camped at this park and we did a service
project for them. The kids cleared a trail of
big rocks and smoothed it out. The lady who
owns the place is older and she really appreciated
the help.
Official cars of the San Juans.
On top of Imogene.
David loved having all these
people with him.
Yes, he took Bigfoot. It ran great!
Sunday morning at the LDS branch. This
was one of the best Sundays ever. We loved
their sacrament meeting and our Sunday
School lesson. Tiny little chapel with the
spirit wall to wall! Just loved it!
Young men following their Bishop to church.
Two of these girls are leaving for college
in two weeks. They will be missed.
David loves the youth of our ward.
Riding home after church.
This is the only picture I have of
Richie Crockett. He heard David was
going to Silverton and asked to come
along and be the cook. He runs a
restaurant so he ordered the food
and he organized the kitchen and
the meals. It was a great help to David.
First thing in the morning looking west
at Silverton.
My pictures of the mountains cannot
begin to give the feeling of their majesty.
We did a eight mile hike on Thursday.
It was just the best because of
trails like this.
FJ patrol. There were a ton of
these guys on the roads. We thought
they looked like ladybugs or turtles.
I have to say it would probably be
nice to drive one.
Tourist stop at Red Mountain.
David was loving it.
The kids loved riding in Bigfoot.
I have to say that the girls were
easier to ride with than the boys.
The boys drove me crazy.
Tunnel on the million dollar highway.
Which, by the way, was named this
because there are diamonds (millions worth)
in the road bed. Evidently they were
discovered when the road was engineered
and left there and the road built over it.
I had not heard that before but some of the
folks with us said they had taken a tour
and the guide had told them that.
You have to enlarge this picture.
There is a doe and her twin fawns
crossing the street. They were so
cute.
Ouray.
Again, my pictures DO NOT
give you the feeling.
This is on the trail to Imogene. We have
friends in Show Low who came up here
for the first time IN THEIR MOTORHOME
and got stuck under here. They had to
get up under the overhang and take off the
air conditioner and whatever else was
on the top of the motorhome.
Needless to say they found a place and
turned around. There is no way a
vehicle like that could make it up
Imogene. You can't tell but the left side
of this trail is a 1200+ ft. drop. Scary.....
Brett Rigg on top of a beautiful
waterfall. And that is Richie
and his daughter, Courtley. We
also had some of the boys get themselves
stuck out in the middle of the falls.
See how boys are.......
This is our group headed up to
Yankee Basin.
More Yankie Basin.
Heading off to church Sunday morning.
I love going up on the mountain to
the north of town and visit the cemetery.
It tells so many stories.
These "tree" headstones have
an interesting story. (thanks to my
smart phone we looked it up on the spot)
If you were alone here and
you knew you would have the
possibility of not surviving you
could get an insurance policy
that guaranteed a headstone for you
on your grave. It would have the
insignia "woodman of the world"
or "women of the woodcraft"
engraved on it. That was the
name of the insurance company.
I just liked the name Canfield.....thought it
might be a good name for a grandson....Canny for short.
Brothers. These are new grave markers. There
is a society trying to identify and upgrade the
cemetery. There are 3000 people buried there
and only 1000 have been identified.
What? I guess when you died in Silverton
and you were the only family member
living there the stone cutter didn't really
worry about consequence if he messed up
your headstone. This one may have been
intentional but some had obvious mistakes.

Another cute name....hint....hint.
Gotta love those insurance policies....or not.
OK, if I get hit in the head and die don't worry
about putting that on my headstone.
This insurance company was on a roll.
Isn't "Mittie" a cute name? Maybe
Mitt Romney was a Mittie when he
was a boy.
Who says I can't tent camp?
I didn't get one picture of Carol Thompson.
She was my bud this trip. We rode up and
back together. I sure appreciated her.
I have always admired Carol and it was great
to get to hang with her in the mountains.
I wish I had a picture!
The images of the San Juans
are still in my mind. Those mountains
speak of God's creations like
nothing else can. It is worth the trip.